it And I know it's gonna work Whatta ye say, Bloom? What do I say? Finally a chance to be a Broadway producer What do I say? Finally a chance to make
Opening night, it's opening night It's Max Bialystock's latest show Will it flop or will it go? The cast is taking its final bow Here comes the audience
motherfuckin back And when it was time to go to war, it was like "where these niggaz at?" Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out Or, let
run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up I never got a Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Trick a bitch
Want to get my all alone, but I'm macking I finally got a chance to grab my pen And make another rhyme so I can make more ends It's a rush production
get me all alone but I'm macking Hit it! I finally got The chance to grab my pen And make another rhyme so I can make more ends It's a Rushed production
game now I know bitches that say "Richard, do what ya wanna" but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner my 7-duce, produce, 'cause
the pub Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub I'm crumblin' buds of homegrown, ponderin' shit that's gone wrong But fuck it it ain't productive
was raised in jail Now I'm out on bail Out on bail Thuglife will never fail Thuglife niggaz, thuglife niggaz Out on bail Thuglife will never fail Thuglife
plant fear and exploit the gun blastin' Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened Trapped in deep-water gaspin' I clash with the Titans from my half on the action I stop producers
the money making jam trillionaires nigga Gentlemen of an extraordinary league You never see me blowing on no ordinary weed What I'm smoking ain't a product
And I couldn't break through it I used to walk to school everyday of the week Watchin' Theresa walk on the other side of the street One day I finally
?s my life) It?s what I go through everyday I never left the pad without shavin' my head Getting cleaned up, creased up take a joint to the head Never been to Juvie hall, never
' to produce a good crop and never could grow a single bean But I just wish that papa was here right now To see this good crop that we finally got Man
] Got damn Kanye! I bet niggaz didn't know you could rap huh? (They didn't) That's my motherfuckin producer This the producer on the Roc, he rap better
me thank the Lord, like I always will! Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) I could never even look at my Nigga's girl, never
part of ya, never be found But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin' Look at
below Ain't that a bitch? I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been lucky with love I ain't never been